I was walking! I was finally walking! I had the bright warm light of the Son shining down upon me, filling me with courage, hope, and joy. I had delicious manna given to me as I took time to sit and sup with Him, giving me strength to run like a gazelle. All was in harmony...
Then a shift...a discord...I got busy...distracted. I stopped dining as often with my beloved friend. Soon I could no longer run, but had to settle for walking as, slowly-but-surely, my strength began to ebb. Soon I lost the strength to stay erect, and had to crawl on the ground, all the while the Son shining down on me...
Suddenly all went black! The Son had gone! There was no light, and I despaired, for I supposed I had been forsaken. I could not move, it was too cold, and I was too weak. I had no hope, and I sat and cried quietly to myself, with nothing left but bitter-sweet memories of running in the warm light of my Savior.
And then...
A hand firmly grasped the back of my shirt, and began to lift me up. Soon my head poked out above the dark cloud I had been sitting in, and I could again see the light of the Son, shining bright as ever, having never left where He had been. With one hand he held me above the dark fog of lies I had been trapped in, and with the other, he fed me sweet manna, replenishing my strength. Again I could stand, and walked away from the fog.
I'm looking forward to the next meal we'll share...
-hudsonja
Then a shift...a discord...I got busy...distracted. I stopped dining as often with my beloved friend. Soon I could no longer run, but had to settle for walking as, slowly-but-surely, my strength began to ebb. Soon I lost the strength to stay erect, and had to crawl on the ground, all the while the Son shining down on me...
Suddenly all went black! The Son had gone! There was no light, and I despaired, for I supposed I had been forsaken. I could not move, it was too cold, and I was too weak. I had no hope, and I sat and cried quietly to myself, with nothing left but bitter-sweet memories of running in the warm light of my Savior.
And then...
A hand firmly grasped the back of my shirt, and began to lift me up. Soon my head poked out above the dark cloud I had been sitting in, and I could again see the light of the Son, shining bright as ever, having never left where He had been. With one hand he held me above the dark fog of lies I had been trapped in, and with the other, he fed me sweet manna, replenishing my strength. Again I could stand, and walked away from the fog.
I'm looking forward to the next meal we'll share...
-hudsonja
